Still holding you, I whisper we should get ready… You back away and slowly get undressed watching as I do the same. As we stair at our naked bodies,...we can’t help but feel the arousal as we walk to the tables lay down and cover ourselves with a light sheet and await our side by side massage ever thinking of what next may happen. The technicians enter and what seems to be a blink of an eye one hour passes by, looking at each other as they leave the room allowing some privacy for us, we both feel. Part of the problem was time and distance, but it did not help that, as Bob described it, Rachel was no longer capable of having a good time. When Sam turned nineteen, he went away to university. Once Sam left, Rachel soon learned what real loneliness was all about. Her parents had passed away and with Sam gone, what little she had in life was gone. After several months of severe depression, Rachel decided to move back to London and start yet another new life. Rachel stayed with Bob and Karen. "No not those!" But my quizzical look begged the question to which she candidly replied. "Yes my dear, I do use them, - after all, why shouldn't I suffer a similar indignity that which a woman has to go through most of her life, but not in the same way of course! Now just thumb your way through those."She smirked as she reached into the drawer and handed me an old sweet tin inside which were a series of children's' photographs, some of which Mother had copies of at home, the significance of. It was time to do some shopping, and I was oddly exciting,giggling to myself at the thought.Trying to find all the right pieces, I grabbed the jacket and dress fromExpress, the socks and boots from Forever 21, and I didn't really needthe tights since I knew I had some already. "What girl doesn't haveblack tights?" I stated to myself. The thought of tights sent a thrilldown my back. I'd always had a secret fetish for them whenever I'd seenyoung women, just out of college, in the office wear.